Rooke by Callie Hart
TITLE: Rooke
AUTHOR: Callie Hart
GENRE: Contemporary Romance
RELEASE DATE: March 14th, 2017
Watchmaker. Car thief. Heartbreaker extraordinaire.
Rooke Blackheath has spent enough time in juvie to know that he really doesn’t want to go to jail. The food sucks, the clothes itch, and there are absolutely no women in sight. Well…none he wants to fuck, anyway.
He should probably stop boosting cars, but the money is stellar and the high is out of this world. And why should he turn his back on something that sets his soul on fire anyway?
The answer to that question comes in an unexpected form: a petite five-foot-three firecracker named Sasha who refuses to give him the time of day no matter how thick he lays on the charm.
Rooke’s not easily deterred, though. Just like the watches he builds from scratch, Rooke knows all too well how women tick. Women are a game to him. A game he always wins.
Sasha doesn’t stand a chance.
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Sasha Cross’s life has been permanently derailed since her son died five years ago. You wouldn’t know it to look at her, of course. She has a great job, a beautiful house, and caring friends. Every week, she hosts a book club featuring the sexiest, most romantic stories on the planet, and every week she falls for a new fictional knight in shining armor.
Fictional men are perfect, though. They don’t hurt you. They don’t break your heart. They don’t cheat on you after your child dies, and they rarely ever leave the toilet seat up.
When Rooke Blackheath shows up at Sasha's workplace, it’s clear he’s nothing like the men who grace the pages of Sasha's favorite books. Dangerous, arrogant, sharp-tongued and sarcastic, Rooke’s not the kind of guy she needs in her life. Not to mention the fact that he’s eleven years her junior.
They don’t live in different worlds. As far as Sasha is concerned, Rooke lives in a different galaxy altogether. She’d like to keep it that way, but fate appears to have other plans.
When Cinderella lost her shoe, Prince Charming showed up at her door.
When Sasha Cross loses her book, an entirely different kind of rogue comes a-knocking.
Rooke Blackheath has spent enough time in juvie to know that he really doesn’t want to go to jail. The food sucks, the clothes itch, and there are absolutely no women in sight. Well…none he wants to fuck, anyway.
He should probably stop boosting cars, but the money is stellar and the high is out of this world. And why should he turn his back on something that sets his soul on fire anyway?
The answer to that question comes in an unexpected form: a petite five-foot-three firecracker named Sasha who refuses to give him the time of day no matter how thick he lays on the charm.
Rooke’s not easily deterred, though. Just like the watches he builds from scratch, Rooke knows all too well how women tick. Women are a game to him. A game he always wins.
Sasha doesn’t stand a chance.
***
Sasha Cross’s life has been permanently derailed since her son died five years ago. You wouldn’t know it to look at her, of course. She has a great job, a beautiful house, and caring friends. Every week, she hosts a book club featuring the sexiest, most romantic stories on the planet, and every week she falls for a new fictional knight in shining armor.
Fictional men are perfect, though. They don’t hurt you. They don’t break your heart. They don’t cheat on you after your child dies, and they rarely ever leave the toilet seat up.
When Rooke Blackheath shows up at Sasha's workplace, it’s clear he’s nothing like the men who grace the pages of Sasha's favorite books. Dangerous, arrogant, sharp-tongued and sarcastic, Rooke’s not the kind of guy she needs in her life. Not to mention the fact that he’s eleven years her junior.
They don’t live in different worlds. As far as Sasha is concerned, Rooke lives in a different galaxy altogether. She’d like to keep it that way, but fate appears to have other plans.
When Cinderella lost her shoe, Prince Charming showed up at her door.
When Sasha Cross loses her book, an entirely different kind of rogue comes a-knocking.
A rook is a chess piece, but it's also a kind of crow. Dark, mysterious, clever, wily and brazen.
ROOKE: In the beginning chapters we're introduced to thirty-three year old Sasha Connor as she relives the horrific, tragic accident which occurred five years ago, something a mother should never have to go through. Every night as she tries to settle down to sleep the day she lost her boy Christopher plays on through her mind in techno colour, the what if game playing havoc on her emotions.
She still lives in the house where she gave birth to her boy, his room is like a shrine, locked, left exactly how it was left the day he was taken from her. She works as a curator at the American Museum of Natural History, she has great supportive friends and holds a book club in her house every other week where she gets lost in the throes of the most perfect fictional men.
These books are my escape from real life. Because you know what? Real life fucking sucks.
The day Rooke Blackheath shows up at Sasha's workplace as she stumbles into Rooke, dropping the book she had her nose buried in ( The Seven Lives of James P. Albrecht), she can't help but compare the fictional men over Rooke. And it becomes abundantly clear that he’s nothing like the men who feature in her favorite romance books.
Thinking nothing else of their unusual encounter it's not until the next book club where a knock on the door reveals Rooke brandishing the book she'd dropped that day. Allowing him access into her home and club he immerses himself in the ladies only group conversing over the book he's returning and which he has no qualms admitting wholeheartedly that he'd read it from cover to cover.
Twenty-three nearly twenty-four year old Rooke has a checkered past, he'd done a stint in juvi for as he puts it borrowing a vehicle which didn't in fact belong to him. But that hasn't deterred him going back to what he's best at, and that's a thief in the night.
Watchmaker. Car thief. Heartbreaker extraordinaire.
There are fools out there that take a full thirty seconds to get a car open. Me, on the other hand? Two seconds. Three maybe if I'm off my game. I'm that fucking good.
Things between these two escalate slowly, she's promised him one date, but that one date gave her a glimpse into a life she couldn't comprehend, and from that day forward he wasn't letting her out of his clutches easily. He knew what he wanted and he was going after it.
I'm drawn to that hollow look in her eyes. I'm drawn to the sadness of her. I'm attracted to the dark ache in her soul.
I went through a range of emotions whilst reading this, the first emotion was tears in my eyes, sitting there feeling everything the author wanted me to feel in the first few chapters was an emotional rollercoaster of epic proportions.
The man is sex. Pure, unadulterated, unfiltered sex. From the way he walks, to the way he wears his clothes, to the ink that marks his body...Everything about Rooke Idlewild Blackheath screams...F#CK ME!
The second emotion was swooning, wow what can I say about Rooke, you've just got to read this to get a taste of the man. Just wow. He's everything you don't want but everything you need. His job is unconventional at best, his obnoxiousness had me panting for more. His overall demeanor kept me wanting to know everything little detail about the man.
I'll take a part of your soul. Give me the wounded part. Give me the part that hurts you every time you breathe. Give me the part that feels so heavy you just don't think you can carry it anymore. I'll take care of it for you.
The third emotion that zapped through me was fear, sitting on the edge of my seat whilst reading her second life changing ordeal.
So to sum it all up this book just ticked all the boxes, the cover lived up to the written words within, everything I wanted and craved this author delivered it ten fold. Highly recommend this. 1-#Click release day recommendation.
The love between us is fire and ice. It’s loss, and it’s redemption. It’s pain, and it’s comfort. It is everything.
* Teasers used in my review are off the authors facebook page *
ROOKE: In the beginning chapters we're introduced to thirty-three year old Sasha Connor as she relives the horrific, tragic accident which occurred five years ago, something a mother should never have to go through. Every night as she tries to settle down to sleep the day she lost her boy Christopher plays on through her mind in techno colour, the what if game playing havoc on her emotions.
She still lives in the house where she gave birth to her boy, his room is like a shrine, locked, left exactly how it was left the day he was taken from her. She works as a curator at the American Museum of Natural History, she has great supportive friends and holds a book club in her house every other week where she gets lost in the throes of the most perfect fictional men.
These books are my escape from real life. Because you know what? Real life fucking sucks.
The day Rooke Blackheath shows up at Sasha's workplace as she stumbles into Rooke, dropping the book she had her nose buried in ( The Seven Lives of James P. Albrecht), she can't help but compare the fictional men over Rooke. And it becomes abundantly clear that he’s nothing like the men who feature in her favorite romance books.
Thinking nothing else of their unusual encounter it's not until the next book club where a knock on the door reveals Rooke brandishing the book she'd dropped that day. Allowing him access into her home and club he immerses himself in the ladies only group conversing over the book he's returning and which he has no qualms admitting wholeheartedly that he'd read it from cover to cover.
Twenty-three nearly twenty-four year old Rooke has a checkered past, he'd done a stint in juvi for as he puts it borrowing a vehicle which didn't in fact belong to him. But that hasn't deterred him going back to what he's best at, and that's a thief in the night.
Watchmaker. Car thief. Heartbreaker extraordinaire.
There are fools out there that take a full thirty seconds to get a car open. Me, on the other hand? Two seconds. Three maybe if I'm off my game. I'm that fucking good. Things between these two escalate slowly, she's promised him one date, but that one date gave her a glimpse into a life she couldn't comprehend, and from that day forward he wasn't letting her out of his clutches easily. He knew what he wanted and he was going after it.
I'm drawn to that hollow look in her eyes. I'm drawn to the sadness of her. I'm attracted to the dark ache in her soul. I went through a range of emotions whilst reading this, the first emotion was tears in my eyes, sitting there feeling everything the author wanted me to feel in the first few chapters was an emotional rollercoaster of epic proportions.
The man is sex. Pure, unadulterated, unfiltered sex. From the way he walks, to the way he wears his clothes, to the ink that marks his body...Everything about Rooke Idlewild Blackheath screams...F#CK ME!
The second emotion was swooning, wow what can I say about Rooke, you've just got to read this to get a taste of the man. Just wow. He's everything you don't want but everything you need. His job is unconventional at best, his obnoxiousness had me panting for more. His overall demeanor kept me wanting to know everything little detail about the man.
I'll take a part of your soul. Give me the wounded part. Give me the part that hurts you every time you breathe. Give me the part that feels so heavy you just don't think you can carry it anymore. I'll take care of it for you.
The third emotion that zapped through me was fear, sitting on the edge of my seat whilst reading her second life changing ordeal.
So to sum it all up this book just ticked all the boxes, the cover lived up to the written words within, everything I wanted and craved this author delivered it ten fold. Highly recommend this. 1-#Click release day recommendation.
The love between us is fire and ice. It’s loss, and it’s redemption. It’s pain, and it’s comfort. It is everything.
* Teasers used in my review are off the authors facebook page *
